Last night, I dreamt that I had to visit a mental health "asylum." They don't use that word anymore, but this one was different from the ones today. It was an ASYLUM.
The head psychiatrist there was obviously a dark, shady man. He spoke to me in low, threatening tones. He knew he was in a position of power, and he intended to use it to its maximum.
He told me that if he attested to an emergent psychological problem, and that he thought I were a danger to myself or others, he could have me held indefinitely. In his asylum.
And so, he did. As had he done with most of the people who were currently there. Most of them weren't crazy when they went in.
The Man was indoctrinating the orderlies and the patients into a cult of his own devising. A religious cult in which he was the supreme holy conduit to the heavens. And if you didn't believe at first, he would use torture methods to wear you down and then brainwash you.
And so he did. I was forced to watch young women tortured, and then I was tortured myself.
I finally orchestrated an escape, only to find out that one of the orderlies had been instructed to take my car to impound. So I had to run home.
And I had the overwhelming sense that I was being followed. And I would have to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life... or until the cult decided to act against me. Whichever came first.
(If anyone would like to flesh out this dream and perhaps write a book, play, or screenplay, I ask that you just contact me first!)